Finally, I was able to plant my prairie seeds yesterday! If you haven't been following this saga, I'm trying to convert an acre of weeds and rocks to prairie flowers and grasses. Here's what my hillside looked like on Sunday. (I was raking like crazy all day to try to remove all the leaves from the site.)
Doug Bauer, my prairie advisor (I sorta think of him as my prairie godfather), told me I should plant the seeds in February, before a freezing rain or snowfall or even ice. Last night I had all three! Here's what the future prairie site looks like this morning. All the seeds are tucked in under a nice four-inch blanket (or maybe it's more like a duvet) of snow.
Doug Bauer, my prairie advisor (I sorta think of him as my prairie godfather), told me I should plant the seeds in February, before a freezing rain or snowfall or even ice. Last night I had all three! Here's what the future prairie site looks like this morning. All the seeds are tucked in under a nice four-inch blanket (or maybe it's more like a duvet) of snow.
That's the back of my house. Here's what the front looks like after a nice snowfall. (A librarian told me last week I should show kids pictures of my house. Readers, she said, like knowing where writers lurk.)